End of my first month

So tomorrow is the last day of my first month as a ward resident. The month actually went by surprisingly fast. For several weeks, due to multiple reasons, but of course also from the patient load, I was in a slump. However, this past week things have really turned up. Did my first EBM, which went well to my surprise. We got more discharges than admissions for once. Although I have not had a chance to hit the gym or play tennis much, I did manage to go home during each of my days off. And this is why my days seem to be easier. I met up with Noelle several weeks ago for the first time in years, and I was unknowingly drawn back into believing that there is hope at the end of bleak days. She talked about anything and everything with such comfort and confidence, and listened to me as if I were worth listening to. I felt at ease, and the time flew. I could not resist staying away, even though I had to during the past 2 weeks. Thinking back, it had been some time since I've looked forward to talking to someone, or even having someone to talk to. In short, as Eric would say, I'm in deep shit. I think I've involved myself much faster than I should, but I'm okay with that. She came down to visit this past weekend. When I realized that she is finally ready to step out from the past, I was lifted. We went to Universal Hillcrest on Saturday night, and this is where our story begins.